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As long as he doesn't encounter a master like Qi Hong who comes after him, Chen Feifan is still confident that he can escape. But now his poison is a little stronger. In more than a month, the Zhengtian Gang will gather the various sects. Chen Feifan was hesitant whether to go back to recuperate or go straight to the Zhengtian Gang.
After leaving Qitian City and heading south, he arrived at the official road. After thinking about it, Chen Feifan decided to go back to Wochen first and inform Han Lin over therezxsm
Now that he has official access, he can reach Sifang Town in just three days on horseback. Chen Feifan is eager to return home and has long wanted to go back to meet his brothers. It seems that he really doesn't want to go out alone in this world. Habit
After riding the horse for a day, he was a little tired. When he saw a small village beside the official road, Chen Feifan decided to stay there tonight. As soon as he led the horse into the village entrance, he saw a group of people surrounding an inn not far away. Out of curiosity, he He tied Ye Feng aside and squeezed into the crowd to see what happened.
I saw a scholar who had reached nirvana standing in the middle of the crowd. Next to him was a knife. The scabbard of the knife was rusty. Next to it was a wooden board with the four characters "Win the Knife in a Competition" written on it.
Coming early is worse than coming by chance. It seemed that this group of people had formed a circle just now. Seeing that there were more people watching the excitement, the scholar Nirvana hurriedly raised his fists towards the people around him and said: "Dear fellow villagers and elders, this knife It is a thing left by our ancestors. Unfortunately, my father died early, and Xiaosheng is a scholar, so he cannot use this knife. Now my mother is seriously ill, and the family wealth has been exhausted, so I can only sell this knife. Xiaosheng is not greedy, but this knife is indeed It's a good sword. The price is eighty taels of silver. No counter-offering is allowed. Because my ancestors are all martial arts practitioners, this sword has been passed down from generation to generation, so Xiaosheng wants to sell this sword to martial arts practitioners. Therefore, I set up a martial arts competition here. The rule of getting a knife"
"How good is this knife? Brother, why don't you take it out and show it to us first?" said one person in the crowd.
As soon as he said this, everyone around him also followed suit. When the scholar saw this, he had to hold the scabbard with his left hand and the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and pulled it out hard. Judging from his effort, the sword seemed to be very heavy.
When the scholar pulled out the whole sword and exposed it to the outside, everyone around couldn't help but exclaimed. Except for the handle, the entire blade was red, like a blazing flame. To a layman, this was indeed a weapon. A good knife, the eighty taels of silver may be worth it.
"This knife is called the Lieyang Knife. Xiaosheng Yanzhuo, apart from the fiery red color that is different from other things, I don't know its power. It's just because it has been passed down from generation to generation, so I bid eight taels of silver." The scholar said and put the knife Sheathed the sword again and put it aside
"Little brother, if you have such a good knife, why don't you sell it in the city instead of selling it here?" asked a big man in the crowd who saw the excitement.
Another old man also said: "This knife may cost more than eight taels of silver, but at this price, ordinary people in our village still can't afford it."
After the two said this, the rest of the people around them began to express their opinions. Most of them thought that it was not worthwhile for the scholar to sell knives here.
After listening to everyone's words, the scholar's expression was a little subtle. He was silent for a moment and said: "Young students also know that selling in the city may cost more than this. But the bigger the city, the more people there are. There is a mixture of dragons and snakes in those places. If this knife comes out, the people will be killed." People fancy him, and he robs him openly and covertly. Xiaosheng is a scholar, does not know martial arts, and is unable to protect him. When the time comes, the gain outweighs the loss."
This made sense, and everyone nodded, but unfortunately the knife cost eight taels of silver, which discouraged many people. It was impossible for farmers to chop wood and trees with a knife bought for eight taels of silver, so the spectators continued to watch the fun. If you don't want to see it, just leave and continue doing your own thing.
"Little brother, I bought this knife." A big man in his thirties walked out of the crowd.
Just as the scholar was about to speak, another man came out. This man was taller and stronger than the big man. He said: "Wait a minute, I want to buy this knife too."
Suddenly two people came and wanted to buy a knife. The scholar was very happy and said hurriedly: "Two eldest brothers, Xiaosheng wrote that he won the sword in a martial arts competition. Why don't you two try it out? In order not to hurt the friendship, the competition will be over. Whoever wins will win." Whoever sold this knife to you, please all the folks present here can testify."
"What if I win and someone else wants to buy this knife?" the big man asked
The scholar thought for a while and replied timidly: "Continue the competition. I really want the capable person to get it. Please forgive me."
The big man wasn't angry either, he nodded and said: "Then come on."
The two stood face to face, and suddenly they each struck a pose, and then they fought together. The so-called laymen were watching the fun, but the insiders were watching. Chen Feifan saw it, and naturally knew who won and who lost in the end. The big man seemed to have practiced After some effort, the strong man relied solely on his own brute force
The two of them only fought for about ten rounds before the strong man was put down to the ground. Immediately, the laymen around him clapped their hands and praised him.
The big man pulled the strong man up from the ground, clasped his fists and said: "Process! Acceptance!"
At this moment, the strong man naturally knew that the other party had some skills and did not dare to mess around. He also fisted and turned around and left without saying anything.
At this time, another person came out of the crowd. This person was carrying a baggage and holding a knife in his hand. He seemed to be a foreigner. He put the baggage and knife on the ground and said, "Let me try it too."
When the big man saw that the other party was dressed like this, he knew that he was also a person who knew martial arts, so he smiled and said: "Brother, please!"
The two of them spoke politely, but there was no humility in the exchange of blows. Every punch and kick was full of force. The big man's boxing skills were good, and although the foreigner had nothing outstanding, he was obviously better than him on his own. The opponent was superior in skill and after ten or so rounds, the big man took the initiative to admit defeat.
Next, the foreigner easily defeated three people who came to challenge him. This series of martial arts competitions made the villagers who were living a dull life very happy. Of course, everyone knew that they were no match for the foreigner. After the three people passed, , then no one would come forward to challenge
Seeing that no one was around, the foreigner picked up the baggage and walked towards the scholar. The scholar also stood up, picked up the knife beside him, and handed it to him with a smile.
It seems that there is no one else. Chen Feifan did think about getting a knife before, but he didn't want an ordinary knife. Now that this extraordinary-looking knife appeared in front of him, he was a little moved. But is this knife just a knife? It was just a pretense. He couldn't tell. He was still hesitating whether to take the knife just now, but looking at the situation now, if he didn't take action, he would have no chance.
"Two, wait a minute," he said as he squeezed through the crowd and came to the two of them.
The foreigner looked him up and down and said, "My friend, I see that you have a sword in your hand. You must be a swordsman. What is the use of this sword?"
Chen Feifan smiled and said: "Although I am a swordsman, I have also learned sword skills. Seeing that this scholar has such a good sword, I naturally want to come over and try my luck to see if I can get it."
